Page 17 of Heart of the Mountain
I tilt my head back and surrender to his touch, gasping when his lips connect with the heated skin of my neck. He blazes a trail of kisses over my collarbone and down my chest, sucking on one nipple and then the other.
My pussy clenches and more of my arousal drips down my thighs. I don’t know how he knows, but Cutter growls, almost like he cansmellhow turned on I am. He runs his hands back up my body, resting them on my shoulders and shoving me lightly. I giggle when my back hits the mattress, then gasp as Cutter kneels before me.
He grips my knees and spreads my legs apart, staring right into my throbbing core. “Gonna eat up this pretty little pussy,” he grunts. “Need to make you come on my tongue. Need to taste you before I fuck you.”
Slowly, slowly, he drags his tongue through my folds. When he reaches my clit, Cutter stops licking, merely flexing his tongue there, rolling it like a wave as pleasure breaks over my body.
I writhe under him as he licks and nips at my pussy, devouring me like he said he would. Cutter reaches my entrance, circling his tongue around my throbbing opening before dipping it inside. We both groan as I clench around him. He sips from my center, drinking down my juices and massaging the walls of my tight channel.
I buck my hips, but Cutter spreads out one large hand over my stomach, stilling my motions and creating a delicious pressure in my core. His other hand slides underneath me, gripping my ass in a punishing hold. He has me locked in place, forcing me to feel every teasing lick, every slow stroke, every light scrape of his teeth over my sensitive bundle of nerves.
My back shoots off the bed as pleasure rockets through me. He slides his hands down to my hips, pinning me to the bed and growling into my pussy. I’m teetering on the edge, curling my toes, fisting his hair, and crying out.
I scream his name and thrash as a brutal orgasm rips through me. I feel unhinged, fucking his face like a wild animal, but he holds me in place, licking me clean.
“Goddamn,” he grunts, as out of breath as I am. He stands up and fumbles with the button on his jeans, practically ripping his clothes off while I stare at his dick. It’s intimidatingly massive, much like the rest of him. “Touch yourself,” he grits out.
“W-what?” I whisper.
Cutter groans and fists his cock, pumping his hand up and down. “Spread those legs, pretty girl, and play with your cunt. Fuck, do it now.” My body responds to his command before my brain can catch up. I slide my hand down my torso and dip my fingers into my throbbing pussy, circling my clit. “Jesus Christ, you’re perfect. So beautiful. My sweet, sexy girl.”
My chest swells up with pride at his praise, and I feel warm liquid spill over my fingers. “I need you,” I whimper, blurring my fingers over my bundle of nerves. My other hand moves to my breast, pinching my nipple like Cutter did. I squeeze my eyes shut and bow my back off the bed, nearly coming undone again. Knowing he’s watching me is so freaking hot, even more so when he swears under his breath like he’s barely hanging on too.
“Enough,” he grits out. Cutter swats my hand away from my center, replacing it with his own. “So hot and wet for me. Gonna make this pussy feel so good, Sadie. Promise to take care of you. Do you trust me?”
“Always.”
Cutter climbs onto the bed, scooting me up before settling between my thighs. I feel his thickness slide up and down my cunt, coating himself in my cream and tapping the head of his cock against my sensitive clit.
“Ready to be mine?” Cutter whispers into my lips.
“So ready.” I nod, kissing him again.
The head of his cock nudges my entrance, and he thrusts his hips, filling me up in one long stroke. I cry out and cling to him as he stretches me and then holds still, buried inside me completely.
“I’m sorry, sweet girl. It won’t hurt after this. I’ll make it up to you, I promise,” he whispers into the shell of my ear before placing soft kisses up and down my neck. He slides his hand in between us, the rough pad of his thumb circling my clit. I let out a shuddering breath as my pussy pulses around him. “Fuck, you feel so good,” he grits out.
“We fit,” I murmur, wiggling my hips. “I know it’s supposed to hurt, but it just feels…” I gasp when he pinches my clit, my core clenching and trying to suck him further inside.
“How does it feel?” Cutter asks, starting to move inside me with shallow thrusts.
“Perfect. It feels perfect.”
He growls in approval and pulls out almost all the way before snapping his hips and wedging his thick dick even deeper inside me.
“Fuck me back, baby,” he grits out, hitting the end of me with each rough stroke. I plant my feet on the mattress and spread my legs, lifting my hips and meeting him thrust for thrust. Cutter lets out a tortured groan and kisses down my neck and chest, swirling his tongue over one nipple and then the other.
We get lost in our own rhythm, stroke after stroke, kiss after kiss, again and again until we’re both sweating and shaking. I’m almost there, almost to my breaking point. My sopping wet pussy grips his cock, trying to keep him inside me, needing that closeness.
Cutter senses my urgent need and grinds down, hitting me so,sodeep. “Yes! Oh god, there, right there, right…” I suck in a breath and hold it as my muscles tense and lock up, preparing for my release.
All at once, my orgasm seizes my body, making me convulse underneath him and claw at his back. I come around his cock, each spasm of my pussy setting off another wave of bliss. Cutter fucks me through it, never giving me a chance to recover as he pounds into me.
“Again,” he demands, hooking a hand under my left knee and bringing it up so he can change up the angle. His dick scrapes along my front wall, hitting that super sensitive spot with each thrust.
I gasp for air as another orgasm ravishes my body, tearing a guttural scream from the very depths of me.
“C-Cut-Cutter…” I stutter out, twisting and trembling as he hammers into me and wrings out every drop of pleasure from my bones.
